All The Way
Caught a little lick
I just took it
All the way with it
Spin it back to the trap
I boomerang with it
See me fighting
Like Tyson
They just all the way bit it
Ain't no huggies and luvs
I all the way shitted
Caught a little lick
I just took it
All the way with it
Spin it back to the trap
I boomerang with it
See me fighting
Like Tyson
They just all the way bit it
Ain't no huggies and luvs
I all the way shitted
I do this for my
Niggas and bitches
Brothers and sisters
Young fuckers
Old busters
Mister and misses
Niggas fresh out the trenches
Welcome back to the benches
Hammer hung on your hip
In the hunt for more riches
Shit
If I'm offensive
I ain't apologizing so
Fuck you
You gotta handle your business bitch
I'm back at it again
I done made paper
With a rock, razor
Them crack addicts again
My loyalty
Made me royalty
I destined to win
Not Sean Paul
Gimme di light
I'll get busy again
You sideways out the mouth
Don't be loose with it
I'll hook off on you
Leave you with not one tooth in it
Now why
I gotta hop out of the whip and flame you
So you don't
Think I said it just to entertain you
Sad shit about it
When I pop and lay you
Niggas a snap a picture
Of my gun out in plain view
Look at this nigga
Can't wait for me to grip this chrome
So he can send police a picture
With his sprint snitch phone
But anyway
I got to get greyhound bound
They guaranteed me two flips
As soon as I touch down
And y'all mad cause
Y'all ain't make no cash
And my wallet
Got my pocket
Looking like J-Lo' ass
I'm dressed
All fresh
Cologne and weed smoke linger
Ice cycles of the lobe
Two frostbitten fingers
Gimme them benjamins
Gots to get plenty
So I can slap twenties
On something v twizzy
Y'all niggas talking silly
But you really
Don't know
You just gonna mention it
My actual intention's
To blow
Caught a little lick
I just took it
All the way with it
Spin it back to the trap
I boomerang with it
See me fighting
Like Tyson
They just all the way bit it
Ain't no huggies and luvs
I all the way shitted
Caught a little lick
I just took it
All the way with it
Spin it back to the trap
I boomerang with it
See me fighting
Like Tyson
They just all the way bit it
Ain't no huggies and luvs
I all the way shitted
I just took it
All the way with it
Spin it back to the trap
I boomerang with it
See me fighting
Like Tyson
They just all the way bit it
Ain't no huggies and luvs
I all the way shitted
Caught a little lick
I just took it
All the way with it
Spin it back to the trap
I boomerang with it
See me fighting
Like Tyson
They just all the way bit it
Ain't no huggies and luvs
I all the way shitted
I do this for my
Niggas and bitches
Brothers and sisters
Young fuckers
Old busters
Mister and misses
Niggas fresh out the trenches
Welcome back to the benches
Hammer hung on your hip
In the hunt for more riches
Shit
If I'm offensive
I ain't apologizing so
Fuck you
You gotta handle your business bitch
I'm back at it again
I done made paper
With a rock, razor
Them crack addicts again
My loyalty
Made me royalty
I destined to win
Not Sean Paul
Gimme di light
I'll get busy again
You sideways out the mouth
Don't be loose with it
I'll hook off on you
Leave you with not one tooth in it
Now why
I gotta hop out of the whip and flame you
So you don't
Think I said it just to entertain you
Sad shit about it
When I pop and lay you
Niggas a snap a picture
Of my gun out in plain view
Look at this nigga
Can't wait for me to grip this chrome
So he can send police a picture
With his sprint snitch phone
But anyway
I got to get greyhound bound
They guaranteed me two flips
As soon as I touch down
And y'all mad cause
Y'all ain't make no cash
And my wallet
Got my pocket
Looking like J-Lo' ass
I'm dressed
All fresh
Cologne and weed smoke linger
Ice cycles of the lobe
Two frostbitten fingers
Gimme them benjamins
Gots to get plenty
So I can slap twenties
On something v twizzy
Y'all niggas talking silly
But you really
Don't know
You just gonna mention it
My actual intention's
To blow
Caught a little lick
I just took it
All the way with it
Spin it back to the trap
I boomerang with it
See me fighting
Like Tyson
They just all the way bit it
Ain't no huggies and luvs
I all the way shitted
Caught a little lick
I just took it
All the way with it
Spin it back to the trap
I boomerang with it
See me fighting
Like Tyson
They just all the way bit it
Ain't no huggies and luvs
I all the way shitted
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Writer(s): Brannon Woodfin
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